Just A Child

Pick up your soldiers.
Take your first train set,
Take the cymbals off that monkey
Give it something else instead.

Take all your pieces,
Place them in your squares.
When your toys are all broken,
Will you honestly still care?

Always another toy,
Something new just to amuse.
You care not what you have broken.
Not all things can be glued.

The toys that now you play with
Are not made of steel or lead.
They're not molded from plastic
They bleed and they have bled.

Abandoned toys left on the ground.
Was is it what we did, or said?
Embarrassed of your old play things.
You hide us in the shed.

When you finally grow up.
The lame rocking horse gets shot.
Will you expect us to adore you?
And still to call you god?

You gave us life, I grant you that.
And you created earth.
Through suffering and pain.

Tell me, what's our worth?